She postponed. Just a few hours. Stuff to do, you know. Oh, and Rennie will be joining us.
Blows me off. Declines. Postpones. Reschedules. Each time, hacking me just a little smaller, like a lumberjack before an oak. No, not an oak. Too strong. More like a sapling.
It drives me to drink. Mind you, it's a short drive. Sometimes just breathing the fucking air...
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Blows me off. Declines. Postpones. Reschedules. Each time, hacking me just a little smaller, like a lumberjack before an oak. No, not an oak. Too strong. More like a sapling.
It drives me to drink. Mind you, it's a short drive. Sometimes just breathing the fucking air...
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I don't think I have a stomach for beauty anymore. I've grown to resent it, actually. I want to be surrounded by ugliness.
But it's a Catch-22, really. Kind of like Oscar the Grouch, I guess. Oscar hated being happy, so he was angry all the time. But being angry pleased him, so in effect his anger was actually happiness. If I choose to surround...
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But it's a Catch-22, really. Kind of like Oscar the Grouch, I guess. Oscar hated being happy, so he was angry all the time. But being angry pleased him, so in effect his anger was actually happiness. If I choose to surround...
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Didn't go see Turbonegro. Went to see my nephew instead. My folks have him for the weekend, and I haven't seen him in about a month, and that's just no way for a godfather to act.
I swear, that kid is fucking adorable. Maybe I'll post pics once I find my long-lost USB cable.
I actually drove to DC to catch the show, but the...
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I swear, that kid is fucking adorable. Maybe I'll post pics once I find my long-lost USB cable.
I actually drove to DC to catch the show, but the...
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Turbonegro tonight at the Black Cat. I can't make it to tomorrow's show in Charm City, but I'll definately be in the District fo this one. I'm wearing a Hidden Hand t-shirt and Burton hat right now, so I guess that's what I'll have on tonight if you want to come find me. I'll buy you a shot of whiskey and we'll drink to the...
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John R. Cash: Feb. 26 1932 - Sep. 12 2003
rest in peace, my best unbeaten brother
rest in peace, my best unbeaten brother
Happy September 11th, everyone!
missprint:
And how!
I see you're a Turbonegro fan. Waiting to see them in Boston! There better be lots of fake blood!
I see you're a Turbonegro fan. Waiting to see them in Boston! There better be lots of fake blood!
For as long as I remember, I've wanted to be Superman.
Now, I just want to be Lois Lane.
Now, I just want to be Lois Lane.
Put up some pics today. Nothing special, really. Just some shit I took with my phone's camera attachment on my trip to Houston. Oh, and a pic of my nephew, Jordan. Check that one out, he's adorable.
To preserve my sanity, I've convinced myself that the girls on this site aren't real. Not in the J-Lo "I'm Real" sense, but rather in the sense that...
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To preserve my sanity, I've convinced myself that the girls on this site aren't real. Not in the J-Lo "I'm Real" sense, but rather in the sense that...
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So I've dropped Monica from my favorites and replaced her with Mei.
It was coming.
She's beautiful, no doubt. Who would argue? But this site is chock-full of beautiful women. It's why we're all here. So there must be something else about her.
Finding out she has an English degree was what started it. That and those fucking eyes. Jesus. And now I'm smitten, like...
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It was coming.
She's beautiful, no doubt. Who would argue? But this site is chock-full of beautiful women. It's why we're all here. So there must be something else about her.
Finding out she has an English degree was what started it. That and those fucking eyes. Jesus. And now I'm smitten, like...
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I'm getting sick.
I don't know if I can explain it, but it's like my brain knew something was amiss before my body did. Sleeping last night was an absolute fucking chore, an endeavor that began at nine thirty and wasn't successful until midnight thirty at the earliest. No position was adequate, no pillow large enough to grasp, no temperature suitable. I slept fitfully, my...
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I don't know if I can explain it, but it's like my brain knew something was amiss before my body did. Sleeping last night was an absolute fucking chore, an endeavor that began at nine thirty and wasn't successful until midnight thirty at the earliest. No position was adequate, no pillow large enough to grasp, no temperature suitable. I slept fitfully, my...
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